The forest seemed to hold its breath as Volk and Kragath squared off once more.
The circle of Orcs surrounding them erupted into roars, their voices forming a deafening wall of sound. Neither warrior flinched.
Their focus was razor-sharp, their muscles coiled like spring-loaded traps.
Kragath's grin widened as he raised his massive axe, the jagged blade catching the sunlight and casting menacing reflections on the ground. "If that's what you want," he growled. "Show me what kind of Warchief you really are."
Volk's gauntlet hummed with energy as he raised it in defiance. "And you, gladiator. Show me if you're more than just a slave who fights for scraps."
Their weapons clashed with a BOOM!
The force of their collision sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.
Volk slid back a few feet, his boots digging furrows into the dirt. Kragath didn't budge.
